Are Thank-You Notes just a thing of the past?

During the months of May & June, we were invited to several high school graduation parties.  I gave each graduate a card with money in it.

Care to take a guess as to how many Thank-You notes I received?

TWO.

Only two of these kids actually took the time to acknowledge my gift and card.  No note in the mail, no text message saying “Hey thanks for the money and the card” or even a Facebook message.   The only reason I knew that they had even received the card and money was because they cashed my check.

So, basically they had the time to endorse and deposit the check, but not enough time to say “Thanks” to the person they received it from? 

Are thank you cards  just a thing of the past and not used anymore?    Is this something the parents should be teaching their children?  

I mean really… if I am taking time out of my schedule to personally pick out a card for someone (and we all know cards aren’t cheap), then taking the time and money to write out a check, and then making sure the card gets mailed… and no acknowledgement whatsoever from the receiver?

Maybe I’m being old-fashioned, but I guess I’m offended by this.  I’m offended that this is how the younger generation is being raised and how they are being taught to throw manners and common courtesy out the window.

I am sure most teenagers would be apalled if they invited dozens of people to their party or open house, and either no one showed up, or everyone that showed up came without a card or gift.    The HORROR of it all!

What do you think?  Has this happened to you?

 

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It’s been a pain in the rear. Um, I mean EAR.

What do you do when you feel completely helpless as a mom?

The last few weeks have been extremely frustrating for me, and has made me question “Do Moms really know more about their own child than a Doctor does?” At times, I think the answer might be a resounding YES– at least in this case.

During the week of July 4th, my youngest daughter Courtney’s (age 10) left ear started hurting. The pain wasn’t bad enough nor was it consistent enough for us to feel that a trip to the Dr. was necessary. Finally that Sunday, the 10th she said it was hurting pretty bad.

I took her to our regular family Dr. on Monday, July 11th. Our usual doctor was unavailable so we had to see a P.A. I was a little leary seeing a P.A. but I figured it was ear pain– it could be an ear infection or it could be Swimmer’s Ear. I was actually leaning towards Swimmer’s ear since it was summertime and she’d been swimming nearly every single day for the last two weeks.

The PA however had a different opinion.  He diagnosed her with an ear infection in the left ear, and prescribed 5 days of Zithromax.  Cost: $20 co-pay and $15 prescription

This got her through until Friday, July 15th.   She was feeling better but still had a little bit of ear pain– AM I THE ONLY ONE QUESTIONING THE DIAGNOSIS AT THIS POINT?

Now again, the pain was not coming back consistently nor was it as bad once the medicine was finished.   So we went on with our routine.

On Tuesday, July 19th, Courtney left to go stay with my mother-in-law for 8 days. 

On Thursday, July 21st, her ear pain was so bad they took her back to the doctor– a different one this time, closer to where they live.  Again, she was diagnosed with ear infection in her left ear- NOT SWIMMERS EAR LIKE I KEEP SUGGESTING.   Cost: $20 co-pay, $15 for new antibiotic (Amoxicillin) and $12.95 for numbing ear drops.

That same evening, Courtney called home and was miserable with ear pain.   She wanted to come home.   That’s when I knew it was hurting bad, because she was having so much fun at Grandma’s.    I had never had experience with this painful of an ear infection.  Usually, with my kids, the pain starts to subside after the first couple doses of medicine.

Not this time.

At 11:30pm Thursday evening, we made the decision to take her to the Emergency Room.  We were unable to control her pain, and by this point, it was moving down to her jaw and into her neck.

At 12:30am Friday morning, Courtney was diagnosed in the ER with Swimmer’s Ear.  As that doctor stated, it was “pretty obvious” it was Swimmer’s Ear. We were given a prescription for antibiotic ear drops and told to stop taking the Amoxicillin, but still can use the numbing drops. We were told if the pain did not get better, we were to follow up with our regular doctor.  Cost: $50 ER visit and $50 prescription for the new ear drops.

We went home that night thinking we had finally found something that was going to work.

I stayed home with Courtney all day on Friday and she was doing ok.  Still having some pain, but nothing like it was before. 

By Friday night, however, she was in horrible pain.  Again, the pain was radiating down to her jaw and into her neck.  She was not only complaining of horrible ear pain in both ears, but also a very bad headache.  And this wasn’t just complaining about pain.   It was doubled over, crying big crocodile tears, horrible “I can’t stand this” pain.   I was nervous pumping her full of Advil and Tylenol every few hours, since it didn’t seem to be even touching the pain she was having.

We made a call to the Mercy Nurse around 10pm Friday night, and we were told if we couldn’t control her pain we needed to take her back to the ER.

So, for the second night in a row, we headed to the Emergency Room. We arrived there around midnight.  I told the same lady that was there the night before what the problem was, and they took one look at Courtney, bawling her eyes out, and immediately took her back to a room.

We spent the next couple hours there, and THEY WERE WONDERFUL.   They promised her they would get rid of her pain, and immediately gave her a pretty strong painkiller.  (In order to not get flooded with spam, I will say the drug starts with a “V” and rhymes with SPIKE-O-DIN. hehe)

The Doctor also explained that she must have been having a reaction to the numbing drops the previous Dr has prescribed Thursday afternoon, because Courtney’s left ear was swollen almost completely shut.  By this time, I was almost ready to cry, because HOLY HELL- MY BABY WAS IN PAIN AND TWO FREAKIN’ DOCTORS MIS-DIAGNOSED THIS.

They had to put a wick in her left ear to get medicine into it, since it was so swollen.    I was told to keep using the antibiotic drops, THROW AWAY THE NUMBING DROPS, and they gave me a prescription for “SPIKE-O-DIN with a V”, and also a muscle relaxer (VAL-YUM) to ease the tension in her jaw and neck,  WHICH WAS BEING CAUSED BY THE HORRIBLE STABBING EAR PAIN, which had now progressed to BOTH EARS.

By this point, I was simply livid.  Happy that my baby was going to be feeling better, but royally pissed off that it took us this long to diagnose something that was so incredibly rampant this time of year. Cost: $50 ER co-pay and $30 for the two perscriptions.

Thank God we have good insurance.  Even though this cost us over $250, it could have been much worse.  Thankfully, she only had to take the pain pills & muscle relaxer through Saturday afternoon.  The pain was gone by then, and all she had left was an upset stomach from the meds.  She did end up throwing a few times Saturday evening, but by Sunday… things were back to normal.

If only I had a video camera with me while we were waiting at the 24-hour pharmacy for the second night in a row.  Because a 10-year old doped up on “wacky pills” ?? (as she referred to them).  THAT was pretty darn hilarious.

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Now I Have No Excuses…

I shall never again have an excuse for taking crappy pictures or (gasp) not taking any pictures at all.

My new purchase over the weekend… SQUEEE!

I just want to cuddle this darn thing all the time.

Is that weird? Nah…

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MUST. RESIST. THE CUTENESS.

Oh yeah… you might have been waiting to hear the rest of the story about last week’s puppy extravaganza.

Well, as I said last week, we had gone to visit this breeder because she had a female Malti-Poo for sale. We arrived at their home, and she brought out the cutest little white fluffy puppy I have ever seen. (It’s so FLUFFAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!) We loved and cuddled on her, and I was sure that THIS was the puppy we would be taking home.

But then the breeder (Louise) brought out several more puppies she had available, which included a few mini-schnauzers and a Pomeranian/Schnauzer mix that was an “oops” litter. (The male pom had escaped from his kennel, and got into the kennel with the schanuzer.. hence, it was an “oops” litter) We played with all the puppies and then told Courtney she could make the final decision on which one to take home.

Did she choose the Malti-Poo we originally went for? Um, nope.

She chose this one, the Pom/Schnauzer puppy, whom we named Mia — after Mia Hamm, Courtney’s favorite soccer player:

Mia is now about 9.5 weeks old, and weighs just a little over 3 pounds. I lovingly refer to her as our “clearance puppy”, because she was discounted due to being part of an “Oops” litter.

Louise told us she would take the puppy inside to give her a bath and trim her nails before she went home with us. We stayed out in the yard and played with the other puppies. The little Malti-Poo, which was the one I was SURE would have been Courtney’s first choice, was being so playful and following us around the yard. I picked her up, hugged her, and made the comment ‘I don’t know if I can bear to leave this one here!’

For the record, it was MY HUSBAND that first started the whole “Let’s just get them BOTH” conversation. Of course, as soon as the words were out of his mouth, Courtney was ALL. OVER. THAT. She begged and pleaded while I tried to be the level-headed one, reasoning with them that TWO PUPPIES means TWO VET BILLS, and TWO TIMES THE DOG FOOD.

I couldn’t even convince myself, because all of you know about my extreme lack of willpower. And my love for ridiculous decision-making.

Everyone, meet Gabby. She is our 13-week old Malti-Poo. We have not had her weighed yet, but she is about the same size as Mia, but ALL HAIR:

These two puppies are the best of friends, and they are wonderful companions. First, I thought we were crazy for getting two puppies, but I think things are coming along well. They are potty-training together, and they snuggle up together at night. SO CUTE!

Willpower is for the birds.

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Extreme Makeover, and why I hate Craigslist.

All I wanted to do is furnish a child’s bedroom. It shouldn’t be that hard, right? A bed, dresser, desk, a couple lamps, maybe a cool picture or bulletin board.

It should be simple. Easy, peasy. Right?

Given the fact that I might soon be the mother of five children, I am trying to learn to be more frugal. Thrifty. Fiscally conscious.

Notice I am trying to refrain from using the word cheap.

So my mission began. I made a list of every item we expect to need eventually for a new child coming into our home. Furniture, bedding, clothing, coats, shoes, toys, books. It’s a bit overwhelming. But I’m a planner. I like to make lists, I like to be prepared for every possible scenario. So I budgeted, I planned, I ran numbers. I spreadsheeted… (is that a word?)

It totally is now.

And I realized that I needed to pull in the reins and remain steadfast in my cheapness frugality.

So I cleaned off the practically new dresser we’ve been storing in the basement. (FREE!)

I found a nice desk at a garage sale across the street. ($15.00)

Now what I really needed to find was a bed. Mattress, box springs, frame, headboard… so I decided to turn to Craigslist.

Oh Craigslist, why do you hafta tease me so?

So I begin my Craiglist PAR-TAY by searching for “twin bed.” I was excited when tons of listings popped up in my area.

Well, the excitement soon ended when I began clicking on the listings and seeing the pictures, and then the PRICES people were asking for these “treasures.”

This little gem is selling for $200:

Here’s another for $150:

I won’t even bother to show pictures of the other beds some people are trying to pass of as being in “great” condition. YUCK. People seem to think that because they paid a lot of money for something, that I should have to then also pay a lot for it after they’ve used it for a few years. That’s not how the world works. I posted my frustration on Twitter yesterday and Stan was quick to remind me to watch out for bedbugs when buying furniture from people I don’t know.

Like our adoption journey, I just have to throw my hands in the air, quit being such a control freak, and remember that making over this bedroom is going to be a work in progress.

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